Happy birthday to me?
My fondest childhood memory is my back not hurting.
I woke up Friday morning and realized that in exactly one month, I will be 32 years old. Like any self-respecting adult, I rolled over and went back to bed.
I’m not going to lie — I definitely expected my life to be much different by this point. If you had asked me when I was 22 where I’d be at 32, I would have said:
I’d be married.
Have 2.5 children.
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